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Foundations
Three weeks and six days until my sons arrive, and I'm standing in our trailer's living room contemplating the impossibility of raising triplets in this space. The triple-wide seemed luxurious when we first claimed it—three bedrooms, actual kitchen, more square footage than most pack members enjoy. But watching Kat navigate the narrow hallway with her massive belly, having to turn sideways to fit through doorways, makes the need for something else undeniable.
"You're brooding again." Her voice carries from the bedroom where she's supposedly resting but actually reviewing supply orders on her tablet, because my lady doesn't understand the concept of actual rest.
"I'm planning."
"Same thing when you do it." She appears in the doorway, one hand bracing her lower back, we
